Willfred knocked on the door cautiously, "Mr. Seto, your coffee and breakfast are ready."

Seto looked up from his laptop, "Bring them to me." He eyed Willfred as he came in with a tray and a cup of coffee that was still steaming. He set the plate of food down. Willfred handed him an envelope and set the cup down, and next to the cup he set a magazine down with a smirk. He opened the envelope with narrowed eyes, 'Steak and eggs. Your protein levels are low. You can tell by your lip color.' He narrowed his eyes more, "That woman." He scowled at the magazine, "No…"

Willfred chuckled lightheartedly, "Apparently your relationship is front page worthy."

He sighed and took a drink of his coffee and held it out, "Who made this?"

"Your personal chef, she insisted she didn't need 'amateurs fumbling with worthless coffee beans.'" He smiled.

He gave a half smirk at the cup, took another drink and set it down, "Very well."


Bianca twirled around the kitchen excitedly, sing loudly and dancing while she cut vegetables and sliced meat. She tossed vegetables into a large pot. She swayed and sang along loudly to Halo by Beyoncé, her hair tied into a side braid. She spun around holding a carrot singing loudly into it like a microphone. She opened her eyes to see Seto leaning in the doorway with a crooked smile.

She dropped the carrot and flushed bright red, "How long have you been there?" She turned around and hung her head before cutting more vegetables with precision.

He chuckled quietly, "Long enough to know your multitalented. I came for more coffee."

She flushed brighter red, "What? Why didn't you send Willfred?"

He smirked, "He's busy laughing at the front page of Match! Magazines."

She turned and narrowed her eyes, "Hope he gets a nice pay check for that… Anyway, coffee pots are for chumps." She pulled an expensive looking bag of coffee beans and dropped about thirty into a grinder. She gave a pleasant smile while she ground the beans. She poured them at the bottom of a glass vial and walked over to a large pot of boiling water, she used the ladle to scoop the searing water and dumped it into the vial. She walked back over to the counter and placed a small metal press on top of the vial and pressed down slowly. She left the vial to sit for a moment before snatching a spoon up and dipped it into some hot caramel. She pulled the spoon and blew on it.

The caramel hardened instantly and she pulled a small container out of the refrigerator and took a scoop of some homemade whipped cream. She grabbed a new cup and set the spoon with whipped cream in it, she held out a small mesh screen over the cup and poured the scalding coffee into the cup. "Have to catch the run-away grounds… They make the coffee taste bitter if you leave them in." She grinned and stirred the spoon in the coffee. The liquid instantly and lightened in color. She gave the spoon a few final stirs before she pulled the now clean spoon out. "And, THAT is coffee!" She gave a weak smile and cleaned her small press.

He blinked at her a coupe of times before taking the cup, "We had that stuff?"

She looked down and twirled her braid around her finger nervously, "No… I couldn't sleep, cooking always calms me down. So, I made a bunch of stuff that I use on a daily basis. And, I started prepping up things I would need for cooking actual meals." She looked down, "No one ever provided me with a menu or anything, so I hope you don't mind my choices."

She looked outside, "I haven't been disappointed yet."

Bianca bit her bottom lip, "Seto… You're really thin. Like, unhealthy thin. So. I promise! I'll do me best to get you healthy again!" She gave a bright smile.

"Don't worry about that, that's not your problem."

She laughed a bit, "Uh. Yeah. It is. Health starts at the source, nutrition." He gave her a sharp glare, she returned it, "Have you ever let anyone in? Like, at all? Why are you so closed off from the world!?"

He scoffed, "And, why is that your business, you're just a chef."

She pointed to the door with a furious stare, "Out. You said this is my kitchen now. And, I want you out, if you need anything send Willfred, I don't care how hard he's laughing! Get out!"

His stare softened and he walked out, Levy sighed as she watched him go up the stairs.

Bianca turned her attention to the dough that had risen and she angrily kneaded it, muttering to herself, "What an ass, comes down here, makes fun of me then tells me his health isn't my business. Pompous punk!"

Levy stepped into the kitchen, "Bianca? Are you alright?"

She shot an angry stare at her, "I'm just fucking peachy!"

Levy winced and watched her roll the bread out and score the dough. "Wanna talk about it? I kind of overhead… Uh, everyone, kind of, overhead."

Bianca sighed, "He's just so infuriating!"


Seto paced his office and Willfred stood near the door, "Do you need someone to confide in, sire?"

He groaned, "She's just so annoying!"


"He's a pompous little brat!" Bianca growled as she slid the bread in the oven and set the timer.


He sat in his chair staring at his screen, "She's such an awkward abrasive woman!"


Levy smiled slightly, "Maybe he likes you, I've never seen him come down to the kitchen… Ever."

Bianca gave her a lame stare, "He has a distasteful way of showing it, if he does."

Levy held up the magazine, Bianca glanced at it, "An elaborate act."

She studied the picture of Seto giving her his coat with a small smile. "I think it was genuine." She tucked the magazine in her arm and touched Bianca's shoulder, and gave her a comforting smile before walking out.


"She's only concerned about your health, Seto… Remember when I first started working here, I thought for sure you'd fire me by the close of the week, we bickered so much."

He looked up still agitated, "Yes."

Willfred smiled softly, "Maybe she's genuine in her worries for you. Great actress aside, no one was there to preform for… So, why start something if it didn't mean anything?" He bowed gracefully and stepped out of the room.